She waited a few minutes, then greeted the burly doorman who stood as the building’s lone sentry. He had said so. True, on board the ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity which is aroused in the presence of any new species. “Here’s something rather good,” he said, and with a start and an effort she took his place at the microscope, while he stood beside her and almost leaning over her. The disgrace of the leaders of the late Tory administration had strengthened, rather than injured, their cause. Once a week, every Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust.
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